The morning sun filtered through the blinds in a golden beam, warming stripes on the hardwood floor of the living room. I stood against the kitchen island, arms wrapped around a mug of coffee that had grown lukewarm.
Maya was resting on the counter, her hair dropped over one shoulder as she made a note on her notepad. There was something soothing in her presence, something grounding.
She brought structure to the chaos I'd gotten too used to.
"I believe we should tell them about it today," she told me without even looking up.
"Tell them what?" I asked, knowing full well anyway.
She stared up at me and met my eyes. "About the home schooling, their schedule, their tutor. Everything. I know they are only children, but they ought to know. They ought to feel included."
I didn't flinch. "Y
